NO CLOUD IS ON THE HEAVENS
by: George Sterling (1869-1926)
 O cloud
is on the heavens, and on the sea
- No sail: the immortal, solemn ocean lies
- Unbroken sapphire to the walling skies--
- Immutable, supreme in majesty.
- The billows, where the charging foam leaps free,
- Burden the winds with thunder. Soul, arise!
- For ghostly trumpet-blasts and battle-cries
- Across the tumult wake the Past for thee.
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- They call me to a dim, disastrous land,
- Where fallen marbles tell of mighty years,
- Heroic architraves, but where the gust
- Ripples forsaken waters. Lo! I stand
- With armies round about, and in mine ears
- The roar of harps reborn from legend's dust.
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"No Cloud Is On the Heavens"
is reprinted from The House of Orchids and Other Poems.
George Sterling. San Francisco: A. M. Robertson, 1911. |
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